novembre

novembre n'est pas au cœur des ténèbres.

Little things on paper

A day in the woods..

 

fall, falling

till we came upon this road,

till we came upon this road

You held a doll in your arms at the station, I held the sun
and commanded it shine through the all the decay and straight to my pale, pale skin

 I felt so small under the tall trees.
the best kind of tiny.

Monday: Two self portraits

Crozier Fine Arts

It's an advertisement, not a feature, but I was pretty chuffed to have my photograph in a New York arts magazine.. 

Les Héritiers

Ok these are not the best pictures, (the blurry, yellow ones taken in the restaurant tonight by an exhausted and slightly innebriated artist), but I couldn't wait to share this one:

The very talented Frédéric Chabot has sold two of his beautiful photographs to a lovely French restaurant (Les Héritiers - 1915 Mont-Royal Est Montréal) - they are each five feet tall and look fantastic.

Oh and one of them is me. Just slightly larger than life..

Firstly, this is the original diptych they chose:

And these are they in situ:

 

(And no it wasn't me who took the pictures. I was at home eating my own bodyweight in homebaked cheesecake).

hand to hand